So... here I am. In an internet cafe somerwhere in the North mountains in Lebanon. I'll leave the very proper and elequent writing to my Brother Will. The man knows where where we've been, what we've seen and where we're going.
I, on the other hand will write a bit about what's mattered to me so far on this trip. First this note:
I've yelled at mountains,(In and of itself an act that's technically insane;) I've felt very insecure of speaking my native language again, and I've noticed I haven't lost any weight but gained some!!!! I Love my life.
My brother's passion for this trip's photography, his patience to my slow moving a$$- that matters. Or how about the Villagers we're meeting along the way? The know us not from Adam, yet they greet us with grace and offer us food and drink, let us take their photos and answer our many questions (They have some of their own too e.g. Are you guys out of your minds? ;-')
It's all been about the heart and how much love it can soak in and give in return, regardless of the ego. Some poeple we've met along the way need that ego to survive; they know nothing more (or less) but their love is unmeasurable bandaged hand in hand with pure kindness. At certain points my doubt rises and I hear my ego's voice covering my heart's energy on this trip. I can only be still for a minute and think of where I am. Of what I'm doing. Of what I'm seeing. And my heart's whole again.
There's no doubt in my mind that this trip will change me (if it hasn't done so already) All I know today is intellect matters not to me. Material is only that- Stuff. The substance of this flash we call a life must come from the heart and only from the heart.
Samer
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